US, California, Los Angeles,
LANDON MANSION
DECEMBER 2006
Autumn Rose Stanley stared broodingly through the kitchen window at the group playing volleyball in the courtyard. She was trying hard not to stare at the delectable picture that the almost n***d body of Dylan Jude Landon was projecting. Why did everything had to be so perfect about him? His name. His persona. His status.
A small consolation for her was that she could still drool over Dylan until next year before his departure to England. She would miss him. Irrespective of what her mother said, there was no harm in admiring him from afar. He would never know that she had a crush on him and even if he did, it would hardly make any difference to him. He was the moon she could never have. Autumn did not give a damn about his mo
